[ Featuring Lexx Samplez, DAWGPARK ]
King
Yea, I done seen 'em come and go dawg but I'm still here
Couple projects later I'm heatin' up like the oven air
New black and white Givenchies lookin' like a panda bear
Thick bitch say she gon block me but look I don't care
I done seen motherf*ckers switch up on their day one's
I'm still here with my dawgs that I started with and some
Do me foul, I'll drop you and your homie, that's an and-one
Been waiting for a track to explode on like BLAM that's who I am son
How the f*ck I hop off a porch and hop in a Porsche?
I got different types of whores twerkin' up by the liquor store
Had to hit the window cause the side door can't open more
I'm ballin' like the Final Four
Money callin', answer for it
I'm from a place where there's no space for you to hide
Down in Northeast Glassell Park, Drew side
On point my homies spin yo block at least two times
Young playa in his prime, I'm Mannie Fresh big timin' bitch
You worried bout the wrong things I'm about mine
I got a couple hoes to call, I got about nine
Always on go I'm burning down stop signs
I run two 40s and I ain't at the combine
We like the bad hoes in heals and riding big wheels
All my homies eating ain't nobody missing meals
You wanna know how I feel, I'll have you touched get you shook up
I got them master P's for you, yeah I got the hook up
King and Lexx dawg the flow complex
I flex so hard don't worry bout the show that's next
I press so hard they thought it was fluke at best
I juke at threats and nuke at sets
Who's the West?
The timing's immaculate, you sent them threats back then
New Ice Cube & WC we riding with a Mack 10
(Masks on in elegant fashion when we passin in)
Bruce Willis bout that action, it ain't no f*ckin' accident
Doors open dashin' in (goons out cashin' in)
Cash app rackin' in, the feds ask (what's happenin'?)
(I think we winnin in this shit as far as rap go)
(Bad hoes givin out mad throat at the chateau)
Been takin' mine since a youngin, a taker since birth
Big stepper with the business all for what it's worth
To be on top of this shit, could be a gift and curse
Got me in my bag like the glock inside my bitches purse
Terrell Owens in some Rick Owens, wrist glowin'
I got your bitch up on my hardwood tiptoeing
Tetris stack, I'm swinging like a tennis match
And in fact, I always keep an extra pack
Homies compensate the homies when we get to work
So don't talk that bag talk lil kid
Aye look what we did
I'm in shape, you too square to come around
I pop myself an upper just in case I gotta put it down
(Yea just in case I gotta put it down
9 millimeter with the silencer don't make a sound)
9 millimeter so yo scary ass don't come around
You ain't seen none like this since the Dogg Pound
